Wednesday, November 3, 2010

October 7. The Hawthornes Travel From Montana Through Idaho To Washington.

Suspended clouds.

From Kalispell, MT,
through Elmo, Plains, and Sandpoint, MT,
to Coeur d'Alene, Idaho,
to Spokane, Washington.
All in one day.
The Hawthornes are on a roll.

I'm thinking about doing a calendar of our trip.
I certainly think I have at least 12 pics for it.

Mind you,
most of my shots are from the truck.
At 50-70 MPH.
Rosie does what she can do.

I love the serene glassiness of the lake
and the powdery fluffiness of the clouds.

I never liked driving in a car before this trip.
This trip is different.
I await every turn.
I want MORE.

I relish each moment.
I savor the scenery.

I appreciate life.
I live in the moment.

Beautiful hanging baskets of petunias.

I am experiencing something that most people never do.
I am experiencing America.

And I'm loving every bit of it.

The mountains.
The forests.
The streams.

The clouds.
The lakes.

Did I mention the mountains?
Yes.
I did.

Crossing into Idaho, we hit Pacific Time.

Heh.
Love the target practice.

I liked the mirror with the reflection of the clouds.

It's damn hard to get Mr. Hawthorne to open his window for me to shoot.

I love the blue beauty of this shot.

Sail boats on a lake in the Wild West.

Gobble gobble.

More windmills.

Tell me.
What were the upheavals of earth
that resulted in this?

The windmills were out in full force.
I don't understand why the Outer Banks
doesn't embrace windmills.
The only place that has a windmill
is the Outer Banks Brewing Station.

I am awed by the majestic mountains

I believe this is Mount Olympus.

Love the green expanse in the foreground.
The broken barn in the middleground.
The blue of eternity in the background..

The bittersweet of America.
The life of America.
The colors of America.
Plowed, arable land.
Green expanse with a Deere tractor.
Habitation.
Blue mountains.
Clouds.
The layers of Americana
Next, the Pacific Ocean.